[ He sits up as he hears her speak and approach, setting the instrument carefully aside in a case. It is sealed away with fingers that twinge too anxiously to play it properly. Between tics his movements are slow and measured, like he's much older than he appears - especially in this moment of fending off cravings. ]
I can imagine...
[ He'll spare Elena the lecture about the dangers of too much long term drinking. She has enough to worry about with becoming accustomed to drinking blood.
She sits beside him, and he can feel her movements through the subtle vibrations in the floor. The shape of her, the shape of the plate in her hands, it's contents - all of it painted in an imageless picture through his inhuman senses. He pushes himself up to sit with her, and it takes an effort but he's trying to be as casual as he can for her. ]
Thank you. If you don't mind, I think I'll eat after you do.
[ If he eats first and the smell of blood becomes too much, he's afraid he might lose the nice plate she's brought him all over the pillows. ]
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I can imagine...
[ He'll spare Elena the lecture about the dangers of too much long term drinking. She has enough to worry about with becoming accustomed to drinking blood.
She sits beside him, and he can feel her movements through the subtle vibrations in the floor. The shape of her, the shape of the plate in her hands, it's contents - all of it painted in an imageless picture through his inhuman senses. He pushes himself up to sit with her, and it takes an effort but he's trying to be as casual as he can for her. ]
Thank you. If you don't mind, I think I'll eat after you do.
[ If he eats first and the smell of blood becomes too much, he's afraid he might lose the nice plate she's brought him all over the pillows. ]
Where do you usually... draw blood from?